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Learning Focus - English Under the guidance of Ms. Wyse and Ms. Bradley-Centi, Year 7 and 8 students have been exploring the world of poetry and learning how to express themselves through various poetic devices. While learning the art of simile and metaphor, the students chose abstract nouns and wrote in prose the

imagery that the word brings to mind.

Brutality Brutality is the colour of cruelty, Viciousness and fright. It smells like the rotten, stinky jackfruit which house flies surround, and has not been thrown out for days.It tastes like an extremely, bitter, tasteless coffee

which leaves an acute sickening taste in your mouth. It sounds like the fearsome sound of a oncoming bullet which may kill anyone, anytime.It feels like an unpleasant noise to the ears, which continues to ring, and gets louder and louder.It looks like an awfully long snake, restlessly slithering it’s way to hunt for an innocent prey.It lives in a tiny, terrifying, dark cottage, deep inside a dense forest.

Happiness Happiness is the colour of sky blue, from the clear big sky. Lava red, from the maple leaf and mint green from the garden in heaven.

It smells like perfume and lavender.

It tastes like caramel or sweets on my birthday. It sounds like people cheering,

opera and birds chirping.

It feels like a goal achieved. It looks like a rainbow and the beautiful Amazon rainforest.

It lives in our memories and home.

Sadness Sadness is the colour of dark, sea blue that surrounds me as I’m diving. The ominous colour, that is your only companion. It smells like the lonely ocean breeze as you sit at the shore, all alone. With just the wind next to you as company. It tastes like the saltiness of tears as they drop onto your cheeks; whilst you feel as if everything’s against you. It sounds like the sea filled with emptiness, which we once called wholesome. It feels like you’re unwanted. Like you’re on this planet, inhabited by billions, yet you’re still alone. It looks like a pitch-black hallway with an unreachable light at the end of it. It lives in the silent streets as the clock strikes midnight, when you are only accompanied by the silent whispers of the breeze and piles of dust in the shadows.

Jia Jia TeohYear 8

Zahra IdrishiYear 8

Joseph KongYear 7